mijobooks Chapter 80 Little Money
Chapter 80 Little Money
United States?
Lin An was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously felt that the other party was lying.
QQ already has a small number of users, and those overseas are even fewer.
Well, there aren't many instant messaging software options available in China these days... Apart from a few major portal websites that have amassed a loyal user base through email login, QQ is definitely the best to use and most suitable for young people.
MSN and Yahoo are somewhat too business-oriented.
Lin An unconsciously tapped a few times on the keyboard, deleted the half-finished question he had typed, and typed a new line.
[The fish is done: Are you an international student?]
After the message was sent, the other end fell silent again, and only replied after a long time:
Hyacinth: Pretty much.
What does "roughly" mean? Half domestic and half international? Lin An made a mental joke, then, sensing her dislike for the topic, said:
[Inner Fish is done: What do you usually do on vacation abroad? Play games?]
Hyacinth: Reading books, watching movies.
"A homebody girl..." Lin An sighed, then asked curiously:
[The fish is done: Do you know "iPartment"?]
[Hyacinth: Never heard of it.]
[The fish inside is finished: You can take a look, it's very good]
[The inside story is finished: The actor who plays Lu Ziqiao is very handsome]
[The fish is finished: the kind you fall in love with at first sight]
Lin An's lips curled up slightly as his fingers tapped the keyboard.
He wasn't worried that the other party would think "iPartment" plagiarized his work, because the content he wrote was purely "original" since the American TV series hadn't even aired yet.
Just as I was about to type out a self-promotion message, the other person's profile picture went dark.
"How rude of you to log off without even saying goodbye..."
Lin An muttered something to himself, closed QQ, opened a document, and began writing the script.
I just told Ji Tao that there was no script, which was obviously a lie.
His money didn't come from thin air; how could he start a company without any real knowledge or skills?
However, given the current domestic censorship system and the limited amount of money in his pocket, he doesn't actually have many scripts to choose from.
Lin An stared at the screen, his fingers rapidly tapping on the keyboard, lines of text unfolding in the document.
He didn't write a TV drama script, but a movie script.
A film that no one has ever heard of in this era, but has been edited by countless film bloggers in another time and space.
Small investment, few scenarios, the story can be summarized in one sentence:
A tragedy caused by a comet.
There are no gunfights, no explosions, no special effects, and even the background music can be omitted.
The only costs are the actors' performances and the polishing of the script.
In his previous life, the original director completed filming in just 5 days.
Lin An knew he couldn't do that.
However, he can break down images into words, translate emotions into dialogue, and visualize rhythm as shot descriptions.
This is not an easy task.
Fortunately, he had enough time.
They also have enough patience.
……
……
Beijing, Dengshikou, Building 14.
In the living room, the TV volume wasn't high, but the lively atmosphere was still there.
The Spring Festival Gala has reached the song and dance segment, where a group of dancers in sequined dresses are twirling on the stage.
Lin's mother reclined on the mahogany sofa, holding a teacup in her hand, her lips curled in disdain.
She thought to herself, "I used to dance much better than this when I was young."
Lin Meng sat cross-legged on the carpet, with an enamel basin in front of her, half-filled with small cookies.
She grabbed a handful in each hand, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, and kept crunching away.
Lin's mother, whose memory had been interrupted, glanced at her youngest daughter with disdain:
"Can't you eat a little more ladylike?"
Lin Meng ignored him and kept eating.
Lin's mother swayed and almost fainted.
Lin's father sat at the other end of the sofa, covered with a thin blanket, and looked away from the TV screen at Lin Yi, who was sitting by the window.
Did you call your brother?
Lin Yi leaned against the windowsill, holding a pencil in his hand and a sketchbook on his lap.
Without looking up, she said:
"I hit him."
"What did he say?"
"Everything is fine; I'm writing the script."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lin's mother's face visibly darkened.
"What kind of script are you writing during the Lunar New Year? Can't you even let us have a break on New Year's Eve? Is that film crew run by a ruthless exploiter? All they know is how to rip off my son!"
Lin's father smiled and said, "It's a good thing that young people are willing to work hard."
He joked, "Weren't you always worried that he wouldn't be able to make it in the film and television industry?"
Lin's mother was speechless and turned her head away, ignoring her husband.
Lin's father did not continue the topic, and his gaze unconsciously drifted toward Lin An's room in the corridor.
"that......"
Lin's father looked at his daughter, carefully choosing his words, and asked, "Doraemon, did you have a fight with the eldest son?"
Lin Yi paused for a moment, then said calmly:
"Who knows?"
Lin's father asked, "Is everything alright?"
Lin Yi did not answer.
Lin's father didn't press the matter further, turning his attention back to the television, but in his mind he was thinking about having a heart-to-heart talk with Doraemon.
It's not good for a person to always stay in their room; it can easily lead to depression.
Perhaps we could buy him a pet to keep him occupied?
What should I buy?
Mr. Lin glanced at his young daughter, whose cheeks were chubby, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
……
……
In Lin An's room.
Doraemon sat at his desk, his round body nestled in the obviously disproportionate ergonomic chair.
The monitor was covered with dense code.
His round hands flew across the keyboard, the clattering sound echoing in the quiet room.
After several days of investigation and reflection, Doraemon has come to understand the limitations of this era and the reason why Lin An refused to punish Ye Daying with gadgets.
In this era of highly centralized power and an extremely imperfect judicial system, it is indeed very difficult for ordinary people to protect their rights through procedures.
Even so, Doraemon still disliked Lin An's way of handling things.
Violence begets violence, and this approach is destined to be unsustainable in the long run.
"The internet technology of this era is too primitive...it needs to be repackaged."
Doraemon muttered to himself as he typed the last line of code and pressed Enter.
A brand new interface pops up on the screen.
Minimalist and clean, its design language is far ahead of its time.
Doraemon taps the mouse lightly.
A black playback window pops up in the center of the screen.
The screen lit up.
Then came the theme song from "iPartment".
Step one complete!
The next step is to establish a video storage system and manage metadata.
Once video compression technology, video upload channels, and format conversion methods are mastered, the world's first video platform will emerge!
Doraemon nodded in satisfaction.
He can't solve all the problems, so he'll solve the ones he can.
The development of the internet is an inevitable trend. Once the platform is completed, Lin An's works will have another distribution channel.
"Oh right, we also need to name the website, and the server needs a code name..."
Doraemon's mind flashed to Lin An's profile, and a mischievous smile crept onto his lips.
He brought up the document and began typing on the keyboard:
Website: SeeSo
Server: Little Money